Chapter 668 Shelter
Not long after leaving the small town of Avon, Jack and Lacroix found a fast food restaurant to park on the roadside. They sat down in a corner, ordered some sandwiches and two cups of coffee, and contacted Hannah and Jubal respectively to ask where they were. Progress.
Hannah had just finished taking notes from the Jamersons, asking for details about the ransom payment, which took place in Hasbrouck Park in New Paltz.
The delivery was simple, with father Roger Jamerson placing the backpack containing the million dollars under a bench before leaving and walking around the park as instructed on the phone, waiting for him to return When he reached the bench, he saw his son Owen Jamerson sitting on the bench and waiting.
When Hannah heard that the person on the other side of the phone was a woman, she also played a video of Emma Kane on YouTube, and got a positive reply that it was the same person.
Surveillance video from the park and parking lot has been retrieved. The surveillance video from the Eagle Eye camera is not only clear but also covers a wide area. Analysts can almost see the entire process of Emma Kane withdrawing money and handing it over.
Although she couldn't see clearly the appearance of the person behind the wheel after she entered the parking lot and got into the car, the good news was that the license plate was not fake and was registered under the name of Bob Carter, an old man in his 60s from Stone Ridge County, New York.
According to the results of Dana Mauger's interrogation, the man who was with Emma Kane was named Joey, and Bob Carter's only son happened to be named Joey Carter. Just now, a group of FBI agents Members are already on their way to Shiling County.
Some of the four arrested members of Kane's gang also said that Joey was very important to the Kanes because he had many connections and even knew some arms dealers.
Jubal followed the lead and found out that Joey Carter's former cellmate, Mark Vasco, was an arms smuggler from Ukraine who had been fished by the ATF (Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives) for selling a Box AK74 jailed for 6 years.
Dana Moger has obtained a new search warrant and is tracking the whereabouts of Mark Vasco with the help of the ATF. Finding him may lead to the discovery of Emma Kane.
Lacroix finished his breakfast in a dull manner, took out two pieces of change and put them under his plate. Just as he was about to stand up, his cell phone rang again. The call was from ICE Director Austin Stevens.
"He said he found Tully." After hanging up the phone, he cheered up and walked out of the fast food restaurant quickly. Jack wiped his mouth with a napkin and quickly followed.
"Is there nothing wrong with that guy? Or have you heard some rumors and are afraid to continue causing trouble?"
Lacroix gritted his teeth, "Now I just want to see my daughter as soon as possible, and then concentrate on dealing with Emma Kane. This debt can be settled later."
According to the address provided by Austin Stevens, the two found a shelter in New York City. A chubby black agent was already waiting for them at the door.
He led the two people through an iron gate and introduced as he walked, "The detention center on Long Island is overcrowded, so the people detained in the food bank raid were all arranged here. According to the records, what you are looking for The girl should be in room C."
"You call this a room?" Lacroix's eyes ignited with anger. There was no room in front of him. The empty room converted from an abandoned basketball gym was filled with iron cages of about ten square meters separated by steel wire walls. There are nearly 20 people in each iron cage like animals.
There were three or four dirty mattresses randomly thrown on the ground inside the cage. There was some unspeakable smell in the air. Some people didn't have much clothes on them, so they could only sit on the cold floor, huddled in twos and threes. Snuggle together for warmth.
The only good thing is that at least the managers here separate men and women in different iron cages according to gender.
The fat black detective led the way to a large iron cage in the middle of the aisle, and said hello to a white female guard on the other side who was about the same size as him, "This gentleman comes here to find his daughter."
The female guard wore a loose body armor with the words ICE police printed on it. She came forward with an indifferent expression and a rubber baton on her waist.
"Tully! Tully!" Lacroix rushed to the wire cage with the letter C hanging on it, and began to slap it with all his strength. However, to his great disappointment, all the girls inside turned around, but none of them. his daughter Tully.
"My daughter is not here." Lacroix's eyes looked blankly at the surrounding iron cages as if they had lost focus, and the women and children of different skin colors in the cages responded to his gaze with the same blankness and sluggishness.
"Photos." Jack, who had been following him, reminded him in a low voice. Only then did Lacroix come back to his senses. He quickly took out his phone and pulled up a photo of his daughter's life.
"Have you seen her? This is the daughter I'm looking for." Lacroix showed the photo in front of the female guard.
"I haven't seen it." The female guard shook her head indifferently, but moved two steps to stand between him and the iron cage, and pressed her right hand on the rubber rod.
Lacroix pushed her away impatiently, raised his phone high, and shouted, "Has anyone seen this girl? Her name is Tully, has anyone seen her?"
However, he was still greeted with doubtful eyes from the iron cage. The female guard reminded her loudly and impatiently, "Sir, the person you are looking for is not here."
"What do you mean she's not here? Tully is a citizen of this country. It was your people who told me she was imprisoned here!" Lacroix roared at her, scaring her back half a step.
"Has anyone seen this girl? She is an American. Has anyone seen her?" Jack helped and shouted loudly in Spanish, then changed to Portuguese, and then French, which are commonly used in South America. some languages.
His voice was loud and echoed in the venue, quickly attracting the attention of people around him.
"Is it an American little girl?" a Latina girl suddenly asked loudly, standing on the steel mesh wall on the other side.
"Yes, have you seen her?" Lacroix, like a traveler who found an oasis in the desert, swooped forward, pointed at the photos on his phone, and asked in less than proficient Spanish.
"I don't know her name. Before we were sent here, they put her on a bus alone, a bus with the name Immigration Bureau on it. They took her away alone."
The Latina girl looked at the photo and nodded affirmatively.
"Where is my daughter?" The panic that had been suppressed all night suddenly came to his mind. Lacroix angrily grabbed the fat black detective next to him by the collar and pressed him against the steel mesh wall. superior.
"You damn son of a bitch, tell me where my daughter was taken!"
"Stop! Let him go."
Seeing that the sturdy female guard on the other side had drawn out her rubber baton, Jack pulled up his windbreaker to reveal the gun and police badge at his waist, then took out his ID and slapped it directly into her fat face.
"Stand there and don't move. I don't like people taking drastic actions. My friend just came to see his daughter. It was your supervisor who told us she was locked up here."
"I don't know who your daughter is. I've never seen the girl in the photo. I'm just telling you that according to records, everyone who resisted arrest last night was sent here. I don't know what happened before that!"
The fat black detective screamed in panic. He also felt that he was innocent. Wasn't the other party's behavior extreme enough? I almost suffocated.
"Let's go, Lacroix, let's think of a way, that bastard is obviously playing tricks on us." Jack pulled Lacroix's arm hard, and it took the latter a while to suppress his anger and regain some sense.
"This hellish place is hell. You should be ashamed of what you have done!" In his angry roar, the surrounding ICE agents stood frozen in place and watched the two people leave.